On Iron Storm, Black Uhuru is a ghost of its once-mighty self. The lyrics to songs like ”Bloodshed” are still trenchant, but the spark is drowned in a slick pool of overproduction. ”Dance Hall Vibes” listlessly panders to youth, and ”Tip of the Iceberg” would do the same if the featured rapper weren’t Ice-T. Dig up a copy of their Sinsemilla instead. C-